She was an indoor cat, and had a litter tray off away from everything off in the depths of the house. We would see her stroll in its direction, and after a minute or two, once she had done her business, we would normally hear her scratching about while she buried it.

On this one occasion, however, she meandered off towards the litter tray as usual, and less than a minute later she came shooting out at lightning speed, with all her fur bristled (she was a long-hair, so she looked like a pine cone). Her eyes were wide, her ears flattened, and she was absolutely terrified. Both DH and I got up to see what was in there that had scared her. She followed tentatively behind us at a great distance.

When we got there, we couldn't help but laugh. She had done a monster poo. It was at well over twice the size of her usual ones, and was sitting there unburied like an only-slightly-shorter-than-average snake. She must have taken off as soon as she had seen it. Meanwhile, she stood behind us and hissed menacingly at the terrifying poo.

It was definitely toilet humour, but we thought it was hilarious. I never would have expected that an animal could have such a reaction to its own faeces.

Baby has been a bit under the weather this week. He actually had to go in and get a bag of IV fluids but he's better now.

As a result, he had some really, really bad diarrhea that got more....um, expansive, as he got better and started taking in more fluids. DH was holding Baby and was disgusted by the fact that he could feel Baby doing his business while sitting in DH's lap. It got worse though. You see, Baby had already thrown up on his shirt, so he was sitting in DH's lap topless. That really bad "business" that Baby was taking care of leaked out the top of his diaper and all over DH's arm. . . . . . DH was eating dinner at the time. DH has a weak stomach.

DH practically threw Baby at me and RAN to the bathroom to scrub his arm and then jumped into the shower. I heard retching noises as I was changing Baby's diaper, and DH said that my enchiladas taste pretty much the same regardless of the direction they're traveling.

I must not have been looking terribly sympathetic because DH asked me if I thought he was overreacting/being a baby. I answered honestly, but had to add the disclaimer that I spend an unreasonable amount of time covered in bodily fluids.

My dad had a similar story to your DH's, except that it went up my back because it came out of my diaper with such force.

Oh, yes, that reminds me of DD's exersaucer. I swear, there was a (fortunately brief) period of time in which it seemed like every single time I put her in it, she'd poop right up her back. Once I even waited until she'd had a poop diaper and put her in right after I'd changed her. She just pooped a second time! The seat must have been pushing it up there, because it got to the point where I expected to see a brown stain when I went to get her out.

Oh, yes, that reminds me of DD's exersaucer. I swear, there was a (fortunately brief) period of time in which it seemed like every single time I put her in it, she'd poop right up her back. Once I even waited until she'd had a poop diaper and put her in right after I'd changed her. She just pooped a second time! The seat must have been pushing it up there, because it got to the point where I expected to see a brown stain when I went to get her out.

Thankfully it didn't happen too often, but the exersaucer was usually the location of our babies' worst poopsplosions.

I do recall that when I briefly fed my dog an all-raw-meat diet he pooped not so much less, as more biodegradable. Instead of sticking around forever like dog poo tends to do, it would either turn to powder if it was dry out or completely dissolve in the rain after a few days if it did rain. It was great! It unfortunately did not help his skin issues at all, but that is another gross story - my dog has horrible dandruff, all the time. I've spent probably close to $1000 between all the special shampoos and the vet bills and medications trying to fix it. As it is, he leaves greasy brown smears where he rubs up against things and covers my house in a not-so-fine layer of shed skin particles in very short order.